2 I am the spring crocus blooming on the Sharon Plain, the lily of the valley. 2 Like a lily among thistles is my darling among young women. 3 Like the finest apple tree in the orchard and taste his delicious fruit. 4 He escorts me to the banquet hall; it’s obvious how much he loves me. 5 Strengthen me with raisin cakes, for I am weak with love. 6 His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me. 7 Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, not to awaken love until the time is right. 8 Ah, I hear my lover coming! bounding over the hills. 9 My lover is like a swift gazelle peering into the room. 10 My lover said to me, Come away with me, my fair one! 11 Look, the winter is past, and the rains are over and gone. 12 The flowers are springing up, and the cooing of turtledoves fills the air. 13 The fig trees are forming young fruit, Come away with me, my fair one!” 14 My dove is hiding behind the rocks, and your face is lovely. 15 Catch all the foxes, for the grapevines are blossoming! 16 My lover is mine, and I am his. He browses among the lilies. 17 Before the dawn breezes blow or a young stag on the rugged mountains.